Flood Waters

We sort of missed out on sleep last night.

Blue bolts of light flickered across the walls.

Lightning so close

that it flashed and thundered all at once.

Thunder so fierce, and deep,

that our aging house shuddered,

and the windows rattled with each roll.

And then the rain came,

hard and fast.

I could hear the soft drip; drip;

in our leaky old chimney.

I awoke to the kitchen radio broadcasting warnings

of more storms, and flash floods,

as the sun rose on a drenched world.

The dogs and I took an evening walk as dusk settled.

The air was so thick and humid

we had to swallow to take a breath.

It felt like an Orlando day in a Louisiana swamp.

The air sniffed of homeless earthworms,

and the air buzzed with hoards of mosquitoes.

But that pink sky is what made us go.

We've been enjoying the record precipitation for awhile,

and the weeds in the garden are having almost as

much fun as the mosquitoes these days.

But this too shall pass.

We got a little curious about the creek

across the road;

and just had to go check it out.

By our standards and thirteen years of records...

The water was high.

Huck, Buster, and I took a moment to sit on the bank

and reflect, as we often do.

The sky increased in its flaming pinkness,

the creek clamored by,

the mosquitoes made way for the fireflies;

and God's promises shown anew.

"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee;

and through the rivers,

they shall not overflow you..."

Isaiah 43:2

Just a moment to be grateful for

stormy nights, flood waters, and fiery sunsets;

that remind me just how small I am,

and how Great my God is.

My Dad

I've never doubted that God knew exactly what He

was doing when He gave me the father that He did.

He couldn't have found a better one for me.

Dad and I at the Father/Daughter retreat in 2008.

We are alike in so many ways, it's kind of funny.

We both can be people of few words,

and that works fine for us.

We can almost have an entire conversation with just

facial expressions.

(Short conversations...)

We both have a very dry sense of humor,

and are likely to see it when no one else does.

Dad never gets lost. Ever.

Well, there was that one time in Boston;

but that was it.

All he needs is a map; and sometimes not even that.

I'm happy to say he passed his directional skills on;

the only thing that intimidates me about maps

is getting them folded again.

And, we both have a bit of a crazy side.

We're roller coaster buddies;

they make us laugh until we cry.

When it comes to flying, we agree on everything.

We love it.

While some may take Dramamine and close their eyes,

we just grin like Cheshire cats;

especially during take-offs and landings.

We like feeling those "G's."

That brings me to the second portion of this post.

A trio of P-51 Mustangs

Dad and I just celebrated a yearly tradition.

The Air Show.

Thanks to Dad's line of work,

(which includes lots of military aircraft),

going to the Air Show is not only a lot of fun,

but very educational as well.

He tells me everything he knows,

and I love hearing about it.

Unfortunately, we both missed our favorite part

for this year's show - the F-18...

We aren't as big on the old War Birds,

though we appreciate them for Grandpa's sake.

We like the loud and noisy jets best.

The F-22 is almost as good as it gets.

But- I was pretty happy to see the A-10,

I've loved them ever since 2003.

I'll never forget visiting my sister on an AFB

in Germany, and watching the A-10's

and F-16's depart for Iraq.

The Air Force Heritage Flight - an A-10 and two P-51's

The A-10 always brings back good memories,

even if it isn't the loudest one out there.

Another view of the Heritage Flight

They actually had the audacity to cancel the B-2 flyover.

But we lived, we went home early,

and we didn't get sun burnt for once.

Joe had been helping out with his CAP squadron

during the show, so we went and found him.

While Joe was talking,

I was sneaking photos of his boots.

Well, I was actually listening too--multi-tasking.

Thanks for putting up with all of this girls. :)

Happy Father's Day Dad,

I love you!

Barn Swallows

Dad called me out to the barn a few days ago,

to take a look at these little beauties

suspended from our barn roof

in their little mud-daubed cradle-nest.

It appears to be already getting somewhat small for them,

what do you think?

They were just quietly sitting there,

waiting for mom and dad to bring them some dinner.

Pretending that the gawking humans below

couldn't really see them.

Sorry guys,

it's kind of hard to hide with a mouth like that.

Their parents meanwhile were having conniption fits.

(The screaming/dive-bombing kind.)

They really didn't appreciate us admiring their kids.

I can't wait for these little guys to grow up and get

busy on our mosquito population.

We could use some help with that about now...

Favorite Frances Memories

Brace yourself.

We loved having little Frances,

but life has just been too hectic around here to include

a happy (needy) little sheep in a diaper.

So.

Sweet little Frances found a new family over the weekend;

A really good family.

She's happy, and well taken care of -

but we still miss her,

and I'm guessing you will too.

So, I might still have to sneak in a Frances photo

now and then, just because;

but for now -

I just feel like listing my favorite

moments with our 2010 bottle lamb.

Here they are:

My six favorite memories -

from my six days with Frances.

1. Frances getting the mail with Dad.

2. Giving Frances her bottle.

(Every four hours, day and night.)

3. Working at the computer with company at my feet.

4. Telling Spencer to please leave the sheep alone.

(He really liked the sheep,

and was very jealous of the sheep,

both good reasons to ruin photos.)

(Good job with this one by the way Spence. :)

5. Changing that cute little diaper.

(Okay, maybe not.)

(She was worth it though.)

6. Watching the sunrise together.

(The literal highlight of those early morning feedings.)

I miss you Frances!

More Frances...

She has to be the best little lambie there ever was.

She sleeps through the night,

and comes when she's called;

and she's yet to discover jumping on the couch...

She likes chasing Spencer around the house,

tap dancing on the kitchen floor,

and being sassy -

(in her own sweet adorable little way.)

Everybody needs a be-diapered sheep in the house;

at least once.

Nap time for Frances

A sheep in a diaper

Yeah, you read that right.

This is Frances.

And she's our latest sheep in a diaper.

It all started Monday afternoon.

I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.

I was out in the strawberry patch,

and I kept hearing a baby lamb.

After so many years, you get to know the differences

between sheep cries, and there's nothing that sounds

quite like a baby sheep.

It didn't take us long to find the screaming baby,

the challenge became identifying her mom...

Sheep are really good at looking clueless and innocent -

and none of them had any idea who she belonged to...

We searched, but found no evidence of guilt,

though something was definitely up.

Lambs don't drop from the sky.

After a half-hour of searching and praying,

we found Samantha in the back 20 acre pasture.

Guilty.

She was very calmly sitting with a second lamb.

Excited and relieved, I reunited baby with her mom.

And Samantha made it clear she didn't want the baby...

Samantha always has singles,

and they are always white.

I'm guessing she didn't know what to do about this

little black and white extra one.

So, I named the white one Freida.

(It made me laugh okay? :)

And Frances came home with me.

Dirty, bedraggled, she takes a nap in her basket.

After a quick bath and a run for lamb formula,

we've begun settling into life with a lamb in the house once more.

She likes finding strange things to nap on.

And climbing like a monkey.

And she goes everywhere Spencer goes.

They're pretty good friends.

Anybody interested in a sheep adoption?... :)